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letra de ‎not redacting shit - ​woody (dream caster)

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[intro]
it’s been like two years
you been sendin’ mad shots and we ain’t say sh-t
we just been waitin’ to see you, p-ssy

[verse]
and my man served you fifty fake 30s, those were fake (fentanyl)
you so f-ckin’ stupid, you can’t even tell a fake (hit them with the -)
why’d you trust a soul in this game? it’s all fake
i been smoking weed, good for health, b-tch, it’s great
we can get you hit, any city, any state
like who pulled up on your crib with two [?], like what the f-ck?
when you get turned to pack, i’ll smoke it down, i smoke a lot
and i be in the gym, get me there like you could not
b-tch, i stay strapped like everywhere i f-ckin’ go
like you can pull that knife, i’ll make that shake like you a ho
like this can hold ten, but i can place like every shot
yeah, run down on me, like last thing you see’s a dot
yeah, wait, beam you up like spock
i’m finna set this sh-t off right now, this sh-t is not
i don’t need a cooling kit if i’m fin’ dump the glock
i’ma turn you to a bl–dy angel, you is not
yeah, uh, dub-double-o-d-y, b-tch, i’m him
i’m a f-ckin’ goat and he just a tree limb
yeah, i was really in the butcher house carvin’ skin
yeah, this boy just a poser, he ain’t touch a f-ckin’ hymn
yeah, you gettin’ bodied on a cute beat
you gettin’ bodied by a singin’ – by a singin’ athlete
alright, i’m – i’m f-ckin’ done, bro
this is probably the dumbest beef in the history of rap music
f-ckin’…
[outro]
and my man served you fifty fake 30s, those were fake
you so f-ckin’ stupid, you can’t even tell a fake
why’d you trust a soul in this game? it’s all fake
i been smoking weed, good for health, b-tch, it’s great
hit them with the fentanyl

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